It is the last of the leaf planting days for a while and wanting to make use of the remaining warmth of the sun, I steal time to go up to the allotment and sow some seed.
Our plot is now divided roughly into thirds, two of which will be covered in cow manure, then planted with green manure and left until spring. The remaining third will carry our winter crops for this year.
I sow three small rows of Seed Ambassador Nick's selection of Russian kale from the original pack he sent us three years ago. I'm hoping the seed is still viable? Somehow I can't imagine it isn't, it's a survivor sort of plant. And if not, there are always self-seeded seedlings popping up all over the place that we could transplant.
It is sad to use up the last of Nick's seed. The arrival of the handwritten plastic bag from Oregon was a real starting point for us beginning to see what a magical and beautiful thing vegetable seed could be. Somehow it feels symbolic, like we are moving on to a new phase on the plot.
